Something Fishy

 

 

One night in February, we ate in Something Fishy, Eastwood, a restaurant  which I had read about only last week, where a friend had eaten years ago, and for which I received an enticing flyer before the show began.

Possibly, if we weren’t hungry, we’d have changed restaurants

A Different Bookstore-Serendra and then some

If you have a retail business, be sure to be around come opening and closing time each and every day. Two examples why:

last night we were in Serendra. After spending time in Fully Booked, we went to Mary Grace for some cheese roll to take home just in case our son was hungry after the prom and then hied off to A Different Bookstore nearby. I’ve always known it closes at midnight, which was why we confidently strode in.

As we browsed, this lady was recommending me stuff which I looked at, all the time aware of the clanging of plates and utensils near the front of the shop. Yes, the bookstore has a coffee shop. The clanging was getting into my nerves and called to mind what a now dead relative said to her maids one time I was in her kitchen helping her make sandwiches. She chided her maids thus: “Hinay lang mag panghimos, daw ara kamo sa Chinese restaurant.” Then she explained to me how Chinese restaurant waiters usually work so noisily, no attempt at finesse whatsoever. And I noticed this myself years later and would thus constantly remember my cousin. So hearing this kind of noise in the bookstore’s coffee shop alerted me to the possibility that he was making all that ruckus because he wanted people to leave.

I was holding on to one book when I asked the lady sales clerk hovering nearby, “what time are you closing?”